You

By Lorna Brownsword

You.
You are the last thing on my mind when I go to bed.
You keep me calm.
You keep me sane.
I lie awake, wondering when i’ll see you again.

The nights are hardest.
Sleeps tourniquet cuts you off.
I am completely alone.
Starving.
Drowning.
The black liquid closes over my fragile head and drags me into oblivion.

I wake up, gasping for you.
For my oxygen.
My life support.
That black liquid still hovers over me.
The shadow clawing for more.

I look over to you but you aren’t there.
You are empty.
A cup waiting to be filled.

Every morning you are like this.
Self doubting.
Attention seeking.
Starved of life.
You get so angry, the steam rises behind your eyes.

And then I fill you up.

Calmness,
Sanity,
Restored to you,
A breath of fresh air.

You are the last thing on my mind when I go to bed and the first thing on my lips when I wake.

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